Author's notes: This story takes place very soon after the end of the Second Galactic Civil War. It is a prequel to Imperial Prostitute SX-51472. Thanks to meathead96 for editing this entire story for me.

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days after realizing that she is SX-51472 ...

“Hi
Chief,” Seventy-Two said with a smile as he came into the room.

“Hey
babe,” he replied as he closed the door behind himself. He was
close to fifty years old, and close to twenty kilos overweight.

Seventy-Two
watched him as he stripped off his uniform tunic. Even though they
were on leave, all Imperial Personnel here had to be in uniform when
they weren't in their quarters. Unless they were busy fucking a
recruit. This got the recruits used to serving men and women in
uniform.

The
Senior Chief Petty Officer's chest and what Seventy-Two could see of
his back were very hairy. As she strutted towards him in her fifteen
centimeter stiletto heels, she caught a whiff of his body odor.

“Let
me get that for you, Chief,” she said as she dropped to her
knees in front of him.

“Sure
thing, babe,” he replied as she unfastened his pants and pulled
his cock out.

Besides
her stiletto heels, Seventy-Two was wearing her training collar,
nerfhide breast harness, waist cincher, chastity belt, chrono, and
comlink. Seventy-Two looked up into his eyes as she slowly took his
smallish cock into her mouth. Well, she tried to look into his eyes.
His belly was so big that she couldn't keep eye contact as she
sucked his dick.

Seventy-Two
was a little disconcerted at not being able to look him in the eye,
but a ProCorps trooper didn't let things like that interfere with
their performance. A couple of minutes later, he had her get up, and
go to the bed.

There
he used the chains that were connected to the four corners of the bed
to restrain her spread-eagle. Then he used the remote they had given
him to unlock the durasteel plate on the front of her chastity belt.

Seventy-Two
did her best not to grunt from his weight as he climbed on top of
her. If he heard her do that, he might think she thought he was fat,
and that might upset him. A ProCorps trooper would never do anything
to make a superior feel bad about themselves.

Seventy-Two
spent the next twenty-five minutes being fucked by the middle-aged,
overweight Senior Chief Petty Officer. Of course, even though she
was cuffed spread-eagle, she didn't just lie there. She bucked her
hips, squeezed his cock with her pussy, and encouraged him to fuck
her harder.

Since
his cock was so small, and he was fucking her through the hole in her
chastity belt, she was nowhere near an orgasm when he was. Still,
when he shot his load into her, Seventy-Two bucked and screamed so he
would think he was the best lover she had ever had.

Seventy-Two
loved sex so much more now than she did before the Academy. She
found it so much more satisfying when she concentrated on pleasuring
her partner instead of her own selfish desires. Alema Rar had tried
to teach her that after the Yuuzhan Vong War, but she hadn't wanted
to learn. Before Seventy-Two would have been upset at not orgasming,
but now she was just happy that she had been able to satisfy an
Imperial Naval trooper.

After
the Chief used the 'fresher, he came back and locked the durasteel
plate back onto the front of her chastity belt. “Thank you so
much, Chief,” she cooed as he began releasing her from her
bondage. “You were great,” she added with a wink and a
smile.

“You
too, babe,” he replied with a smile and a pat on her thigh. “I
got to go though, these days I can only get it up for one shot,”
he said with some resignation.

“Bye
bye Chief,” she called after him as he left.

Seventy-Two
hoped that he felt like he had gotten his credits worth out of her.
Since she was only a recruit, she knew that he hadn't paid much to
fuck her, but it was still her duty to do her best for the Empire at
all times, whether she was pleasuring a client, or performing other
duties.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

The
next day, in Major Drasi's office ...

“Seventy-Two,
since you don't use your old name anymore, and you go by SX-51472,
don't you think you should legally change it?” Major Drasi
asked her.

Seventy-Two
hadn't really thought about her old name in awhile. She certainly
didn't have a problem with legally changing it. “Yes Sir,”
she answered with a smile.

“Great,”
Major Drasi replied. “I've got the document right here, ready
to go.

Seventy-Two
took it, and began scanning through it. When she got to the part
with her new name, she looked up at him and smiled. The Empire had
chosen the perfect name for her. Then she quickly scrolled down to
the signature box, and put her thumbprint in it. Now she was
legally—and proudly—SX-51472, in the full eyes of the
law.

“Thank
you Sir!” Seventy-Two said happily as she handed the datapad
back to him.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

A
week later ...

Seventy-Two
was sitting in a small waiting room on some Imperial Space station.
She didn't know the name of it, or where it was, and didn't care.
They had told her to put on her ProCorps dress uniform and then put
her on Major Drasi's ship, and now they were here.

ProCorps
Recruit SX-51473, who was called Seventy-Three now, came out of the
office and nodded towards her. She had synthflesh over the scars on
her forehead, since they were so distinctive. Seventy-Two stood up,
straightened her uniform, and walked into the office. Inside was
Major Drasi, and a perky twenty-something human woman.

“Hi,
I'm Ashlee Kruse from the Galactic Alliance Consultant,” the
woman said with an outstretched hand.

“SX-51472,”
Seventy-Two replied with a small smile as she briefly shook her hand.

Just
like Major Drasi had predicted, the GA representative didn't expect
to run into a famous Jedi—or two—so she didn't show the
slightest recognition of who Seventy-Two used to be.

“Well,
let's get on with this,” Ashlee said.
“Es-Ex-Five-One-Four-Seven-Two, I am also representing the
planet Corellia, as well as the Alderaan Alliance, as you requested.”

“Yes
Ma'am, Thank you,” Seventy-Two replied politely.

“Now,
since you want to remain anonymous, all you have to do is put your
thumbprint on the documents. Then the computer will automatically
match your thumbprint to your old name, and remove it from the
citizenship resisters for the Galactic Alliance, Corellia, and the
Alderaan Alliance. Your identity should remain a secret, just as you
requested,” Ashlee explained.

“Yes
Ma'am,” Seventy-Two replied. That was what Major Drasi had
told her would happen.

“Alright,
this document says that you are renouncing your Galactic Alliance,
Corellia, and Alderaan Alliance citizenships. This process is
irreversible. If you ever want any of them back, you'll have to
apply through normal channels,” Ashlee informed her as she
passed her the datapad.

“Yes
Ma'am,” Seventy-Two replied as she scanned through the datapad
to the bottom, and put her thumbprint in the box.

Now
she was no longer legally a citizen of the Alderaan Alliance. Then
she pulled up the next document, and renounced her Corellian
citizenship. Finally she renounced her Galactic Alliance
citizenship. Seventy-Two felt like a giant weight had been lifted
from her shoulders as she handed the datapad back to her.

Seventy-Two
wasn't going to respond, but she sensed that Major Drasi wanted her
to. “I am Ma'am, thank you,” she replied cheerfully.

Once
Major Drasi, Seventy-Two, and Seventy-Three returned to the ship, he
gave each of them another datapad.

“Now
recruits, both of you are stateless beings. That means that no
government is legally concerned for either of you. While both of you
are in the Imperial Navy, this doesn't really matter, as the Empire
will take care of you. However, if you want, you can becomes
permanent subjects of the Empire,” Major Drasi informed them.

“Now,
just so the two of you know, as Imperial subjects, not Imperial
citizens, you will have basically no rights at all. You can not own
any personal property; you can be arrested and imprisoned without
trial for as long as the Empire wants to hold you. You can be
conscripted into the military at anytime, for an indefinite duration.
Since you are already enlisted in the ProCorps, that last part
doesn't really matter. Any questions?” he asked them.

“No
Sir,” the both replied promptly.

“Okay
then. The choice is completely up to each of you. While the Empire
doesn't really like having stateless beings with in its borders, as
long as you are in the Navy or Army, everything will be fine.
Actually your rights as a stateless being are pretty much the same as
if you were an Imperial Subject, but by becoming an Imperial Subject,
you are legally acknowledging that you have no rights, and
acknowledging that the Empire has complete control over your life.”

“Yes
Sir,” the both answered.

Seventy-Two
knew that she would much rather be an Imperial subject than a
stateless being. She quickly put her thumbprint in the appropriate
box, and noticed Seventy-Three doing the same.

“Good,”
Major Drasi said as he collected the datapads. He brought up another
document, and passed them back to them. “Since the Empire can
conscript both of you at anytime, you might as well go ahead and
change your enlistment to an indefinite time,” he said
casually, as if he were suggesting what to have for lunch.

Seventy-Two
scanned the datapad, and saw that it was for an indefinite enlistment
in the Imperial Navy, until such a time as the Empire no longer has
need of her service. She reached the end, and quickly put her
thumbprint in the box. As Seventy-Two handed Major Drasi the datapad
back, she was happier than she had been in a very long time.

Next
Major Drasi unlocked their uniforms, and told them to undress. Both
recruits complied, and were quickly down to their collars, chronos,
comlinks, corsets, and chastity belts. Then he had them put their
boots back on, and gave each of them a black synthrubber dildo with a
magnetic base.

“Alright,
recruits, attach your dicks to the front of your chastity belts, then
lay down in a sixty-nine position. Seventy-Two, since you are
smaller, you get on top.”

“Yes
Sir,” they replied as they got into position.

Then
Major Drasi produced a hand held holocamera, and had them suck each
other's synthrubber cocks while he watched, and recorded their
performance. “Make sure you do your best, recruits,” he
told them. “This is for High Moff Fel.”

A
ProCorps trooper always did their best, but Seventy-Two made sure to
try extra hard since they were performing for High Moff Fel, and she
sensed Seventy-Three do the same.

Seventy-Two
knew that they were performing solely for the benefit of Major Drasi
and Moff Fel. Neither Seventy-Three nor she could achieve orgasm
from sucking each other's dildo. Still, Seventy-Two hoped she could
make Major Drasi and Moff Fel happy. After about ten minutes, Major
Drasi unlocked their chastity belts, and had them do a sixty-nine
eating each other's pussies.

Seventy-Two
eagerly dove into her snatch, and gasped in pleasure as Seventy-Three
licked her own. Seventy-Two made sure to keep her eyes on the
holocamera and Major Drasi as much as she could. About six or seven
minutes later, both Seventy-Three and she were on the edge of orgasm.
Both looked up at Major Drasi for permission, and when he nodded,
they came together, licking up each other's cum.

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

Seventy-Two
took a deep breath as she calmed herself. She was about to play the
part of a domme for the first time at the Academy. ProCorps troopers
had to please their clients in a variety of situations, and if one
wanted to be restrained and spanked, then they were expected to
provide that service.

As
a domme, Seventy-Two was wearing a black skin-tight synthhide
bodysuit, complete with half-finger gloves. A black corset with
silver trim was around her torso. The Imperial Emblem, also in
silver, was on the front. She was also wearing glossy black crotch
high boots with silver metallic soles and eighteen-centimeter heels.

Seventy-Two's
chrono and comlink were on her wrists, over the bodysuit. Since she
was still a ProCorps recruit, her training collar was also locked
around her neck. The chrono and comlink each had two rows of two
centimeter long spikes maglocked around them, and her collar had two
rows of three centimeter long spikes around it. Seventy-Two knew the
collar would still shock her if she needed that level of correction,
though.

Seventy-Two
walked into the dungeon and found a hooded female kneeling a couple
of meters from the door. Then she saw the two death stars on her
tits, and realized that it was Stormie, who had given her her own
ProCorps tattoos. The hood was a standard ProCorps training hood,
with magnetic strips between the layers of nerfhide around the eyes
and mouth. Currently the blindfold and gag were attached to the
hood. According to the information Seventy-Two had received, the
gag was a cock gag, and the earbuds in the hood were turned off,
leaving her in silence. Seventy-Two had been told that her client
liked not knowing who her Mistress or Master was, and preferred they
didn't speak unless necessary. That was why she was hooded, gagged,
collared, cuffed, and naked.
First
Seventy-Two stepped over to the discipline implements hanging on a
wall, and selected a stiff crop, and a leash. Then she slowly walked
around her slave, admiring her tattoos. Her heels clicked
rhythmically on the floor. Then, without saying a thing, she
reached out and struck her ass with the crop.
Stormie
flinched, but didn't move. Seventy-Two sensed that she wanted more,
so she promptly smacked her ass and thighs several more times as she
continued to circle her. After the seventh blow, she stopped, and
stood in front of her. Seventy-Two reached out with her crop, and
flicked her left nipple, then her right.

Then
Seventy-Two leaned down, and attached the leash to the front of her
slave's collar. She tugged up on it, and Stormie climbed to her
feet, and blindingly followed her to a large X-cross by the wall.
Seventy-Two quickly uncuffed her, and strapped her to it, facing out.

Seventy-Two
paused a moment, then began vigorously cropping her from her thighs
to her tits. She sensed Stormie's pain, and arousal as she rained
blows down on her. After several dozen red marks were left on her
sub, Seventy-Two went over to the supplies, and retrieved a pair of
nipple clamps. Stormie let out a delicious yelp of pain as she put
them on her. So far, Seventy-Two hadn't said a word. She sensed
that Stormie was getting even more aroused at not hearing her too.

Next
Seventy-Two unstrapped her submissive, and flipped her around on the
cross, so she was facing the wall, with her back out. Then
Seventy-Two switched out her crop for a flogger with wide nerfhide
tails, and began flogging her back. After a couple of minutes she
switched out the flogger for one with longer, thinner tails, and
flogged her some more.

When
she sensed that Stormie was suitably aroused, and flogged,
Seventy-Two unstrapped her from the cross, and buckled a twenty-five
centimeter long strap-on dildo onto her. Then Seventy-Two led her to
a padded platform about a meter high. Even though she was a ProCorps
trooper serving an Imperial, Stormie wanted to bring her Mistress to
orgasm before she earned her own. Seventy-Two had her lay on her
back on the platform, then she chained her spread-eagle to it. Once
she was in position, Seventy-Two straddled her, and impaled herself
on the dildo.

Seventy-Two
spent the next ten minutes or so bouncing up and down on the
strap-on. While she did, she also liberally cropped Stormie's tits
and anything else she could reach with her crop. Seventy-Two
squeezed the dildo with her cunt muscles as she went up and down,
just like she had been trained to do to a real cock. Still, she felt
weird.

Even
though Stormie was being aroused by making her Mistress orgasm,
Seventy-Two had the urge to pleasure her instead. Stormie did her
part by bucking her hips, and the strap-on, against Seventy-Two's
throbbing pussy. Finally, Seventy-Two screamed out in orgasm.
Once
she recovered, she uncuffed her submissive, and led her by her leash
to a padded bondage bench. Then she took the strap-on off Stormie,
and silently guided her to straddle the bench. Seventy-Two strapped
her ankles, knees, and wrists to it. Another wide strap went over
her back, to hold her still. Once she was properly secured,
Seventy-Two put the strap-on dildo onto herself, and started fucking
Stormie from behind with it.

Seventy-Two
heard Stormie moaning through her gag as she thrust into her pussy,
and smiled as her sub struggled against her restraints. Seventy-Two
picked up her crop, and began vigorously cropping her legs and back
as she fucked her. Soon she felt Stormie tense, and moan out in
orgasm.

Seventy-Two
kept fucking her until she had another orgasm. After the second one,
she moved around to the front of the bench, and removed the cock gag
from Stormie's mouth. Then Seventy-Two pushed her strap-on into her
mouth, and had her clean off both their pussy juices from it.

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